The Mormon Trail

the-mormon-temple-from-salt-lake-city-4I live right on the route of the Mormon trail that was traveled on in 1846. In fact, there is a bridge about 2 hours south of me (Omaha) the is named after the Mormons, where they spent their winter quarters.  When I was younger and read about the Mormon trail it seemed so long ago, yet, it was only a bit over 100 years before I was born in 1957.

I am not a member of The Church of Latter-day Saints, but I have a close friend that I dearly love that is. I have spent a lot of time in her home and among her church family. I feel it a privilege to get to visit her in the heart of what I jokingly call “Mecca”.

All of the members of the LDS church that I have met have been really good people, Who live under a solid value system.

On a cruise with my friend Stephanie and our friend Lou. We had some of the natives on the island believing we were  triplets. I have never belly laughed more in my whole life than with these two.

On a cruise to lose with Richard Simmons, with my friend Stephanie and our friend Lou. We had some of the natives on the island believing we were triplets. I have never belly laughed more in my whole life than with these two. This was nearly 20 years ago.

My friend Stephanie once told me 20 years ago,  her goal as a mom was to raise “great human beings”. She and Butch have done that very well, they are blessed with great kids, who married great spouses, and wonderful grandchildren.

I have really struggles lately with how long my road to health has been,  and is still going to be. In my own personal “mormon trail” I am still in about Iowa, about 1/3 there. Mormon_Trail_3Yet those brave pioneers felt progress was being made even  when they were in Iowa, and God used them all along the way.

It was a tough trip, and it took a pretty good chunk of time out of their lives to get there. Some didn’t make it, including their leader Joseph Smith. Some of my fellow weight loss buddies have not made it either. The Mormons suffered lots of persecution, and what we call now days Bullies. I know that feeling very well. Fat people get bullied everyday, and it’s not just the kids that are bullied.

It wasn’t easy, Some pushed hand carts to get there, not even getting to ride in that bumpy wagon! And I would bet the food I eat today on my food plan is a thousand times better than what they had to eat sometimes.

Yet, as long and hard as that trip was, they never lost site of the prize which they called Mecca…or um… Zion. They were driven to never stop until they got there. In fact, they really didn’t know where “there” was, they only knew it once they got there. But God whispered in there ear, and they listened. Trusting, and moving one foot in front of the other.

One more  thing they did was depend on each other for survival, as I do you, and many others around me. They put their lives in each others hands, knowing someone always had their backs. I feel this kind of support as well. I never doubt for one moment that I will have to do this alone.

Once they arrived, the first thing they did was give thanks. Then, they shared their joy, and helped many more take that journey. And the journey was easier for the next group because the original pioneers told them what to expect. I have many mentors around me, that are teaching me what is ahead, and what worked for them. I know, as my journey to good health increase I will be so full of gratitude that I will spend the rest of my life helping other who have been in my situation. The Church of the Latter-Day Saints have over 85,000 Missionaries all over the world.  They not only share their faith, but serve the communities they are in. I had some nice Missionary boys paint a shed for me years ago. I don’t care what faith you are, but one thing for sure, we can get a lot of inspiration from the history of the Mormons.

And like my Mormon friends, I will make a trail for others to follow.



Thanks so much for taking the time to read my blog. I am a Baby Boomer from Nebraska blogging my way to good health. I am single, with no children, I have a little white maltese dog named Lily. Follow my journey to lose 1 pound 300 times.

4 thoughts on “The Mormon Trail

  1. Amber Arterburn

    I sure enjoy being able to continue to follow your journey. I hope to get back to Sean & Gerri’s group again. What a fun and insightful post. My son and I have been studying ancestral history of our pioneer ancestors (he is going on a week long handcart recreation trek this summer), and just last night I was reading that rationing had become so severe in a handcart company that people were limited to 3oz. or less of flour and meat was scarce. It can be pretty humbling when I count out my 1300 – 1400 calories each day, and have a plethora of choices that make up my daily menu. You are a trail blazer Kathleen and so insightful and brave to share your inner thoughts with the rest of us.

    • Kathleen

      Thanks so much Amber! I will try to remember to pray for your Son. You might have to remind me when the time come. I’m sure it will be a huge character building experience! Blessings!

  2. Margie

    Kathy, you have such a way with words. A gift really. I love what you have to say. It always touches me and helps me to continue to keep my eye on the prize! Thank you ever so much!

    • Kathleen

      I’m glad you found inspiration from reading my blog. But really, I’m only talking about things many people are too scared to expose. I’ve found the things I struggle with, many others do as well, But the way to bet this unhealthy relationship I have with food is to expose it into the light. When that is done, it shrivels up and I get healed up. The folks I see who have to deepest struggles with their weight, are those who believe the secret lies in a diet, and remain closed, not feeling or sharing their feelings. Keeping it all in the dark, only creates an environment for it to fester and grow. Take care Margie, thanks for reading!

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